Sunday, December 14, 2008
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Editor's comment: Congratulations to both couples. It is fun to recall that Andy took his third grade math from Mrs. Anderson (that is me) in Howard Lake-Waverly Elementary School. He was a tall, slender boy and was quiet and well behaved. He must have done fine in math as I cannot remember any type of problems he had. Another relative that I had as a student! --The Matriarch
UPDATE -- McKenna is 18 months old
Our little girl is 18 months old today (December 11, 2008) and had her check up, in which she weighed in at 22 lbs. and 10.5 oz. and is 33 inches tall. She's in the 75-90th percentile for height and 25-50th percentile for weight. We are all prepping for the arrival of McKenna's little sister. We are at 26 days and counting! Some of our prep work consists of furniture refinishing and rearranging. We are mid-stream in this project, but at least it's started. I also need to get some things hung up in the nursery, such as the valance and her wall "art." Once I have the room completed, I'll be sure to send a picture update!
McKenna's been learning quite a few new words and even putting sentences together lately. It seems that she is advancing in this area by leaps and bounds! It's such a big difference between even 16 months of age. She has learned to answer, "What does Santa say?" with a little "ho, ho, ho" (although not always on command, much to her mommy and daddy's disappointment when trying to show off her little tricks).
She also LOVES to talk on the phone and has even answered the phone once already with her little "hello." Luckily, it was Grandpa Ostendorf calling as immediately after she said "hello" to him, she accidently hung up on him, too! He now knows to call right back. (Also, a good "heads up" for others who may try calling us in the near future.)
She's learned to say "A, B, C, D" and can also sort of count. If we say "one," she'll say "two" and if we say "two," she'll say "three." Her best bud in the whole world, though, is Tate. She likes to play with him with his toys, give him treats (which he does not complain about) and give him hugs. Our little girl is a dog lover, that is for sure!
We recently visited Donnie and Patty's home and new antique shop but McKenna's favorite part of the visit was their dog, Hannah. She even climbed onto the dog bed with her. And Hannah is no small dog -- didn't faze McKenna a bit. We also joke that she's more apt to learn and say dog names than human names. My cousin Eric can attest to this as his name is now Ozzie (his dog's name) to her.
So those are just a few of the fun things to report at this 18 month mark. I'm sure she'll learn a new trick or word or sentence before the day is done!
UPDATE -- December 6th family FUNction
That was our introduction on the beautiful web site Lori created for us. (Lots more photos there.)
Here was the menu as listed:
Eric and Leona: Chicken and Pasta Salad and GBC
Seemed like there was even more food than that, come time to eat. And, as usual, delicious. Certainly is wonderful to be from a family of great cooks and bakers. I thoroughly appreciate that fact, as I'm sure the others do, too. No one goes away hungry, unless by their own choice.
The big surprise of the day: Heidi Henderson in person! It was terrific to see her and to be able to give her a hug. She looks great, still has that wonderful smile that lights up her face!
I'm so glad you got to join us, Heidi; words aren't adequate!
The commotion in a roomful of people, with the number of people in our family, can be rather astonishing! At one point, someone said it was like a three ring circus.
Donnie commented, "It's more like a full blown carnival!"
It was loud, but joyful sounds -- laughter, talking and children's voices -- what's not to like?
Then Don and Patty pulled out their instruments and played us some tunes. (Not nearly enough, as far as I'm concerned, but guess they didn't come to work, either.) All the little ones gathered around in awe. The most awestruck was definitely Mason! He was big eyes and all ears, loved every minute. And we loved watching him enjoying them!
I still wished more people would sing, as know we have many good singers, but we only got a few verses from a few people. Still, it was enjoyable.
The time flew by far too quickly, and the goodbyes came too soon. It was a great success, hands down! I must say, I am a fortunate person, having such a beautiful family!
Day to Day R
After the Family FUNction on Saturday, our children joined us for the night at the farm.
It was time to "break in" the new sunroom. It did a fantastic job of accommodating our family, although we had to use the deck furniture, too, to have enough seating. That worked, so no complaints.
In fact I had Beaver bring in the last two chairs and the footstools today, after he cleared the snow off of them.
It was fun to have them all home; other than Ben and Ashley not joining us (missed you guys!), we had the whole group, for overnight and brunch. Got a couple pictures to share...
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
How many can you identify?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.
I think the oldest child, the girl, is me, Judy McCalla! I assume that it was taken at Uncle Bill and Aunt Amy's place.
I can't remember having the picture taken, or who any of the other children are, so perhaps I'm wrong. Sure looks like me, though!
Fun picture! My cousins: Judy McCalla and the little dolly Ginny Dake; in the middle behind them is Duane Miller and the back row is Steve Miller and Ernie Dake. Those boys look very unimpressed with having their picture taken! (Did Ginny beat those boys into submission?)
And, they are seated on Grandpa and Grandma Dake's well used and much played on staircase. We'd slide down the stairs, down the banister, lean back and "scale" the stairs, hanging onto the rope railing. (Fortunately, it was sturdy, with all those kids abusing it so.) Lots of games were thought up and played on those stairs.
Donna Anderson Johnson
I guess I will let the family members identify those children this time. I have a feeling the first one on the right might be Bitzi, and the one behind her may be Larry, with the same shirt on in the other picture of him.
Betty Weiland Droel
Editor's Note: First of all, please remember that these pictures are old. They were taken in 1942 and put in the annual ... the only one we were allowed to make during the war years. Gert, LeRoy and Dorothy were the Dakes attending the Howard Lake Public School that year. Gert and LeRoy were in elementary and Dorothy was a sophmore in high school.
Schooling, Howard Lake, Minnesota
The newer building, on the right of the picture, was the elementary school. (We called it the grade school.) In the grade school, there were rooms with two grades to the room, with one teacher per room. There was also a room that was the grade school library and there was the gym where all activities were held: phy. ed., basketball, plays, showers, and bathrooms for the grade schools and the gym classes. There was also the kitchen where the staff prepared the meals; they served the lunches in the stage areas.
The older building is the high school building. As you entered the high school door, if you needed to use the lavatory, you went down the stairs to the basement, which also included the band room and the janitor's room. If that wasn't necessary, you went up the stairs to the first floor, which held the 7th and 8th grade home room, and the 9th grade room. (Ninth grade classes were always bigger as that is when the German Lutheran kids moved over into our high school.)
Also on that level was the bookkeeping, shorthand, typing room and the lab room for chemistry and the like. To get to the second floor, you went up one set of stairs to a landing and then made a turn and went up another flight of stairs. Going up those stairs, you could look over the rail and see clear into the basement. (Maybe that's why I'm afraid of heights!)
On that level was the 10th grade home room and 11th and 12th grade were both in the same home room. That room was behind all the windows you see at the front of the high school building. The library was also in that room. The home economics class met in a special room that contained sewing machines, stoves, and also art class materials.
Also on that floor was the room you didn't want to be sent to -- the superintendent's room!
When you wore your coat to school, there were no lockers. On the first floor there was a cloak hall; there was one for the girls and one for the boys. It was a long, narrow hall with places to hang your coats.
In the girls' cloak hall was a long rope hanging down. About 5 minutes to 9 in the morning, our dear old janitor, Pat, would pull the rope that rang the bell to let everyone know school was about to start. He would also ring it at about 5 to 1, to let us know noon hour was about over. The thought just occurred to me that the bell rope didn't hang in the boys' hall -- can you imagine the times it might have been "accidentally" pulled?
Each kid of the whole school had a "home room" and an assigned desk. All of your supplies were kept in the desk. In the morning you went to that room and desk and sat until the bell rang. Then your teacher would come in and teach her (or his) class or you might be going to different rooms for some of your other classes. All classes were one hour long, so most of your homework could be completed right in the classroom. And then, every day, there were study halls to do extra work. I am glad we didn't have to lug heavy backpacks home every day like you kids do today!
To be continued...
Larry McCorkell sent us a manuscript he transcribed from his father's tape recorded memories and made it available to The Bulletin for a series of excerpts. These stories were originally tape recorded by Bruce McCorkell of his growing up days on the homestead near Effie in northern Minnesota. They were recorded from a period of the mid 1980's until the early 2000's. These are Bruce's words of happy, sad, funny, good, and hard times.
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
The last day of the school was a memorial time. We all looked forward to it. The old Northland School was a mile and a quarter down the road. The last day of school was a kind of a community affair. It was a holiday. No matter what you were doing, you came to the last day of school. Everybody took the day off, the men and the women, the fathers and the mothers.
We had a big picnic at noon on the last day of school and played games. I can remember some of those picnics on the last day of school. It is one thing that I remember that I really liked. Most of the time it was a good day, nice and warm, seemed like, for some reason. I can't remember of a day that the weather wasn't good. It was always a nice day. That was lucky thing, too.
Old Oscar Jenson made and brought three gallons of ice cream. Oh man, there was nothing like it. That's the first time we had ice cream. Now you can buy it anywhere. In those days that was really something. It was real ice cream out of real cream. He had more cows than anybody else did so he had more cream.
The ladies would bring potato salad and baked beans. They kind of got together and one brought beans and one brought potato salad and one brought sandwiches and I don't know if they had Jell-O. I can't remember that. I don't know if they had Jell-O in those days or not. But all the other dishes. Oh boy, was that something. Wow, we ate. That was really a blast, we thought. They'd get there in time for lunch, at noontime. We'd eat. Some of us boys would just eat food until we could hardly wiggle.
Then they played games. The men and the kids played ball. The women didn't so much. There was always a ball game and several other games. The school ground was supposed to be an acre, but I know it wasn't an acre. It was never leveled off. It was full of stump holes yet.
I can remember this old Frank Storest playing "Last Couple Out." Old Frank might be with a kid or he might be with some lady or whoever; he'd run, but he never tried to join his partner in the front. He just ran straight. He'd go right straight for the woods, just as hard as he could go. One time he stepped in one of those stump holes and went head over teakettle. Somebody thought, "Oh, oh." I thought old Frank was ancient, but I suppose he wasn't any more than 50.
Oh, we had a lot of fun. "Steal Sticks" ["Stealing Sticks"] was a lot of fun. Even the parents got a kick out of it. I can remember that. They really had fun. We liked to play "Pump, Pump, Pull Away"* and I don't know what all.
*A variation on the game of tag: everyone except the one who was IT stood in a line at one goal. The one who was IT stood facing them, about 25 feet away. When he yelled, "Pump, pump, pull away, if you don't come away, I'll PULL you away," everybody ran to the opposite goal line, beyond where IT was ... and the one who was tagged by the one who was IT had to be IT.
Editor's comment: Two lines of kids: "Pump, pump pull away, if you don't come I will pull you away" -- chanted the ones who were it. The other side rushed at the "its" who held hands tight ... then they try running through the line. If they succeeded, they took their choice of the ones between whom they ran and that person went back and hooked on their line. (If they didn't go through, I think they had to join the line they couldn't break.) The goal was to get the biggest line by the end of recess ... at least that is the way we played it in country school ... and the years I taught in country school I taught it that way to any who didn't know the game. --DMA
Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Today we continue climbing up to a ridge of about 15,000 feet and then start walking across the base of the higher mountain to end up at camp site not much higher than what we started from.
As we climb, Kjirsten leaves me far behind and later asks why I am hiking so slowly. I reply I am just taking my time and climbing at a rate that is "comfortable for me." She must be getting irritated as she replies that if I am going to keep hiking this slow she is going to quit inviting me on these trips. I think to myself that I thought I was the one who was "buying," but hold my tongue. I explain that I am 27 years older than she is and when I was her age my pace was faster. She replies that if I keep talking like that she is going to put me in a nursing home.
We finish the planned 6-hour hike in 4-1/2 hours. Our guide tells us we are one of the fastest groups he has ever had and some groups take over twice as long to do the same hike. That makes me feel a lot better. Maybe the nursing home can wait a few more years.
Our campground is in a very scenic valley, with views of the "Baranko Wall" across a small stream. We will have to climb that near-vertical, 800-foot cliff tomorrow but the guide assures us there is a good trail.
To be continued...
I saw a therapist today. The test came back and said I have a pinched nerve at lumbar level 4. This is the area that I injured in an accident on May 14, 1957.* There is no known treatment, surgery or medication that will correct this spinal condition.
Level 4 controls the left leg and foot muscles, I was told. I was fitted for a foot toe brace today. I tried walking with it and it really helps me feel more in control.
At least I am assured that this problem stems from my back; I had an idea this is what the findings would be. I don't have any pain whatsoever, only difficulty walking, and I am sure this will get me through the years I have left.
*Don has had to have surgery and therapy over the years. The original back injury occurred on a farm where he was employed in 1957. He fell with great force when he was pulling a parked spreader from the yard to the road. He is not sure if he hit his back on the tongue -- or perhaps when he hit a mound of dirt -- as he was knocked out. Through the next months, he had ruptured discs, a laminectomy, and a long, painful recovery. Scar tissue and the loss of discs has been a part of his continuing medical problems. --DMA
Celebrations & Observances
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December Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you for the special e-card you sent for my birthday. I had lab work done at the clinic in the morning and afterwards my daughter took me out for breakfast, something I rarely do!
I had a nice day with a few friends and family members stopping in for birthday cake and coffee.
As I get older, I reflect on how many friends are gone or in nursing homes or unable to drive anymore to come. It makes me feel blessed to be as able as I am and have a number still drop by.
Roy Droel is 87. This little great grandaughter, Alison, just turned two years old December 7th. I was thinking this picture is priceless to us, and may be interesting to any that know the Droels. This is the oldest and the youngest of Roy's immediate family.
Roy's son Rodger and his wife, Claudia, are the grandparents. Andy and Natalie are the parents. Rodger took the picture.
Keep Us Posted!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
I just wanted to thank you for giving me Leslie Benson's contact information. Through him, I was able to get in contact with Harriet Vanderberg. I am related to them both through Minnie Teuben Chaney. Minnie was my great, great aunt.
Editor's comment: I am glad we could help you. Minnie was a widow who married my Great Uncle Isom Cheney. We Loved Aunt Minnie -- she had come to North Dakota as a young widow with two children -- and met my uncle who had lost his wife and was left with two children. They married and they had two children. We used to tease that Aunt Minnie had one time told Uncle Isom, "Isom, get out there and settle things down: your kids and my kids are fighting with our kids." I think that was probably not so, as there was a great deal of difference in ages.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Every week, when I write the number of The Bulletin which I am sending a Letter to the Editor about, I almost gasp that so many weeks have gone by so fast. This is already #338. That is a lot of Bulletins to have sent out, and for good reasons we have looked forward to and enjoyed every single one.
I was puzzled when I saw that big brown maple leaf and the pretty little gold bell-like flowers on the first picture. We have a maple tree that has those very same kind of leaves, but I have never seen the blossoms. I will have to look next spring. (That is if I am here to see it -- who knows?) Leave it to Bitzi to have spotted such an unusual photo possibility against the beautiful, soft blue sky background. It held my attention for quite a while, trying to get all the details in that picture that Bitzi had seen.
We can be sure there will be a new baby in the current Bulletin, or else a wedding or, yes, a memorial. Life goes on, and all the events are covered so originally and colorfully with the nice- sized pictures, easy to see. That's what makes The Bulletin so special to us; it's about real people we know.
The Update by Anita Weiland was new to me. I hadn't realized she had taken care of the little Dake children. I smiled when she mentioned the pancake breakfast she always made. I remember when we visited their home we always had pancakes for breakfast, and I kept the recipe, too.
That was such a cute picture of Larry in his overalls, turned up so he could grow into them. The Red Chair Antiques store would give anything to get one of those old wooden rockers in that picture, I'm sure. The chairs at the table look just like the ones we have by our table right now.
I am glad Shari isn't too busy with her demanding work and schedule to send in the interesting items we've seen in The Bulletin lately. What a unique restaurant, being made out of a retired airplane! The web site was interesting, but from the inside views you couldn't imagine you were inside a plane.
Jim Miller should be in Phoenix visiting right now, as it's December 9th.
I couldn't believe my eyes. The digital pictures I had sent in to the photo editor were almost black. I wasn't sure they could even be used, but knowing Jerrianne's expertise, I thought it was worth a try. She must have used magic. Each picture turned out so clear and detailed. Thank you.
We have to believe that so much time has gone by when we see pictures like Ben and Heather Henderson's. Mason is no longer that little baby, and Logan is already getting to be a big boy, too. They are sooo cute, that is for sure, Great-Grands, and your chance to have them stop for supper would have been a wonderful short visit. To see the children first hand, rather than pictures, is such a difference. To even be able to converse with them now was better than just saying sweet nothings.
Oh, no, there is Mai Tai, all curled up on Miss Kitty's pillow from Kyra. We are hoping the eye drops took care of Miss Kitty's eye infection. We would really miss her articles for The Bulletin if she couldn't see the keyboard. I had to laugh at how Miss Kitty is boss. When she said "no pictures," Miss Jerrianne did not take any!
Those old schools, and the buses, would be very nostalgic to those who had attended the schools and ridden the buses. We have driven through Howard Lake so many times, and visited Don and Dorothy there, but for some reason I don't recall seeing the school building. Maybe it was off the highway.
The link directed us to the story by Dorothy of her Smith Lake School days in Bulletin #139. I got so engrossed in reading that, and in the rest of that Bulletin that was included, that I almost forgot I was supposed to be writing this review. I want to go back and read it more thoroughly. I see a picture and item about Donna Richards. Very interesting, as she had just been in our home with Donna Mae Johnson recently. Dorothy, you could tell great stories yourself if you ever need a fill in for some Bulletin pages.
In the Homesteading chapter, it tells about singing in school. Can you imagine singing those songs now in a school? Makes one almost lonely for the good old days when innocence and patriotism were common. Funny how Bruce remembered that little song they sang in the morning all these years.
As far as the rabbits and partridges were concerned, Roy could definitely identify with that. His mother and grandmother and old uncle and he and his two brothers lived by Isanti, and were so poor. They would hunt squirrels on their way home from school for their meals, not for sport. What a scary experience to have been lost in the woods so long for Bruce and the three boys.
The Travelogue gets more and more unbelievable as we follow along the diary of their hiking in the mountains. The photo of Kjirsten looks so perky and smiling. I guess being young and slim and energetic is the answer. Cozy looking picnic there, folks. Is that a mural or a real scene back there? Places and customs and food we would never in our whole lives know about are shared with us by these non-stop trekkers. What prize photos those are! The variation of colors and distance and details. Thank you.
I must say that is one great picture of Cheerio and Tabasco, all turkeyed out. Where was Oreo? Raiding the fridge? That is a "keeper" picture.
I needed that Quotation for the day this time. People will forget what you said, and what you did, and hopefully how you looked ... but will never forget how you made them feel. That is very good counsel for us humans who are so worried about doing and being and looking.
We have a new snowfall, and it is so beautiful with the pristine snow.
Thank you, our faithful and dedicated editors, once more for another Bulletin that has never disappointed, and usually held some surprises. After working so long at tweaking and finalizing, you may be weary of it, but for us who read it, it was truly worth every effort you put into it.
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